Friday, December 16, 2011

An Average Rhyme for Bedtime.

Well, I finished my neuro-psych test yesterday and Michelle my psychologist told me I was officially 'average', which of course worried me greatly, so as soon as I got home I wrote a Christmas Rhyme to see what being average was like. I include it here largely for the Verkys family, and also for Erica who has started reading them. I do apologise for the drug references. The poem is quite mental, and I apologise fo that as well. The photos are not mine (except for the ones of the Queen which I took during one of our regular minibreaks) and I will take down any if they belong to you and you don't want them here. Sid Bratz, whom you see below with a cat flying over his head, is very handsome and should not take offence.